like； Intro to Law at Princeton； if my best friend in
the whole world is down in Florida all by herself？？ Isabel demanded gaily； her lips so thoroughly
glossed； they were practically dripping。
？Besides； we？re both going to lose ten pounds this summer on the South Beach Diet so we can
look awesome in our matching Shoshanna black…and…red paisley bikinis； which we get to wear
every single day！？ Kati shrieked excitedly； kicking her bare legs so hard； her light…blue…and…white
seersucker uniform flipped up； revealing her sensible white cotton Gap underwear。
The crazy thing was that the more Vanessa replayed the interviews； the more she realized she was
actually going to miss these people； freak shows that they were； and she wondered for their sake if
there was any way to make them sound more intelligent and less insane。
Probably not。 And what would be the fun of that anyway？
As she worked； she couldn？t help feeling distracted by the knowledge that just over the
Williamsburg Bridge； the indie film director Ken Mogul was casting his first moneymaking
blockbuster venture；Breakfast at Fred？s； which would be filmed at Fred？s restaurant in Barneys
department store on Sixtieth and Madison。 Months before； Ken Mogul had spotted a piece of
Vanessa？s film footage that had accidentally been leaked on the Internet and tried to hire her to
work with him。 He？d wanted her to quit school and postpone college。 Of course； Vanessa had said
no。 But now Ken Mogul was in New York； making a movie right under her nose。 She was
supposed to be driving around the country with Aaron this summer anyway； but？
It？s kind of tempting； huh？
Someone knocked on the front do